Prompt for Psycho Day

F4A - She fucks like a hurricane...

She'll blow you away, but she'll leave you torn up and drowning.

No.

Really.

- - - -

She doesn't feel when she does it.

Well, she does, she feels the way her heart pounds and her breath catches. She feels the tingling sensation through her nipples and between her legs, the rush of arousal and the satisfaction of a cock sliding into her pussy.  The slow build of a man pounding into her still makes her legs shake after long enough. Eventually she'll orgasm, but it's all body, no mind, a relief that makes her hormones quiet but no actual satisfaction.

Sex is just... blase.

- - - -

"What do you think?" she asked, pointing at the painting in the gallery. She tilted her head when she looked at it, then had to blow a bit of her nearly perfect brown hair out of her face. Most of it was up in a ponytail, held back with a simple black tie, but a few strands fell around her face. She turned then and stared with her unreal green eyes. They had to be contacts, just had to, but weren’t.

"Do you really have no thoughts?" she asked with a small smirk.

- - - -

The problem (the best part) is that she looks completely normal. She's a bit tall for a woman, a couple inches shy of six feet, and once she takes her clothes off it's impossible to hide how physically fit she is, but for the most part she looks like a completely normal twenty-six year old woman. She wears tight yoga pants some days and jeans others. When she goes out clubbing she pulls on her Little Black Dress. Her phone is filled with friends, her family loves her, she excels at her job as an art curator. Looking at her life from any angle, no one would be able to tell what she's done and she is a hundred percent dedicated to keeping it that way.

- - - -

She laughed and it was like chimes in the wind, light and carefree. "That's actually really great," she said. "There's a coffee place near by, you want to grab a latte with me?"

In the end she actually ordered a pumpkin spice latte and took the resulting teasing with a laugh and a smile. She crossed her legs, adjusting her gray skirt as she did and flicking her foot up to keep her red pump on. "I know it's typical," she said with a smile and a shrug. "I can't help it though, they taste so good. What can I say, I'm a total white girl. But I'm the best at it."

She was anything typical in bed though, and she seemed to have a good time too, if her offer to go up to her cabin for the weekend was any indication.

- - - -

At first she thought the pond being far away from the cabin was a bad plan but in the end it's worked out great. It's far enough away that no one gets suspicious and it turns out it's super easy to transport the nearly dead through the woods. They don't yell much and there's no one this far out.

- - - -

She didn't speak. Not once. Not while injecting something with a small syringe, no while making one small cut and then another and then another. Over and over, like paper cuts writ large, watching the blood well from each and then spill. In time the cuts turned into X's all over the skin, with more blood trickling out, turning into rivulets, and pouring down to the metal examination table. More and more and more; red, red, red, all pouring, such a strange thing, this liquid that gave life. She had read everything about it, but there is reading and there is *seeing*. Being shown brings so much more satisfaction than being told.


She looked up, stared with her unreal green eyes, then cut the ones looking at her.

- - - -

She wonders, sometimes, if the catfish in the pond will ever be a problem but it's been six years and she's had ten problemless disposals so she's relaxing about it a little bit. Still, it might be time to drain the pond again to deal with bones, just in case. She breathes the clean forest air in, clearing the smell of blood from her nose and refreshing her mind. It is peaceful now. It is quiet.

Her phone goes off and she frowns and answers. Her voice is carefree and flawless.

"A new artist showing on Friday? Of course I'll be there. Wouldn't miss it."